Exponential Growth...

I have officially reached my "uncomfortable-get-this-baby-out-of-me" stage of pregnancy. Sleeping is a pain, my bladder seems to be the size of a peanut, I can't really get comfortable, and I feel full after about two bites of nothing. Within the past week, it's really gotten hard to get up from the couch, do mundane household chores and to bend over for any reason... especially to put lotion on my legs or put on shoes.

The first picture is me right before I left for Utah - which was about seven months pregnant. Still somewhat comfortable, still able to do everything that I felt I needed or wanted to do.

Let me backtrack and give you some info on our baby. At my 25 week sonogram, she was perfectly on schedule. "64th percentile," the doctors said. That's totally within normal range - she was right in the middle of all babies at that stage. YAY. Good news for mom! The next sonogram was at 28 weeks. As I was lying on the table with a huge glob of goop on my stomach, the lady said to me, "wow, this is a big baby!" I told her that I was just in three weeks before and she was totally within normal range. Not the case this time around. She had jumped to the 86th percentile in THREE weeks - which meant that she was about three weeks ahead of schedule, weighing in at a little over four pounds according to their measurements. Funny, I thought. I decided that the huge size of my baby was the reason I suddenly felt like such a fatty! Then off to Utah I went, knowing that my incubator was doing its job very well. She was definitely happy and growing in there!

I got home from Utah and had an immediate sonogram scheduled to check on her size. This time she was now in the 97th percentile - meaning that only THREE percent of babies are bigger than her! That's right, folks. She is now weighing in at 6.5 pounds or so - and I still have a month to go.

Needless to say, she's now REALLY pushing on my bladder these days and is taking up every inch of space she has available to her. She's very active, her feet kicking my ribs hourly. I fear my next sonogram - anticipating something like, "she weighs 12 pounds now...or your baby is a huge monster!" So, stay tuned. We'll see where she is at my next sonogram in one week and see if she'll be making her arrival a bit earlier. I'm beginning to think this sounds like quite the deal. I should make a sign that says, "Will pay you to induce labor and get this big babe out of me."

Seven months pregnant

Here I am at the hospital (see next post) in all my pregnant glory. As you can see, she's decided to make her way OUT - which is about the only way she can go now!

Now, I'm just trying to figure out what to wear everyday. I now only have one pair of pants that I can wear out of the house that feel comfortable. I just ordered another pair of those full-panel pants from Old Navy and hope that they come tomorrow, as I have officially become recluse to my home because of lack of cute things to wear outside of the home. These days, my wardrobe consists of pajama bottoms and big t-shirts. Sigh.